Page 13 of Hold On Through The Pain

Before he opened the door, he pressed her up against the side of the truck. The slam of a car door, the rev of an engine, someone laughing echoed in the garage, but they were mostly alone in the darkcorner where he’d parked. His lips were on hers, his body vibrating with power, lust, and something sweeter. His hands caressed as they trailed down her arms. Though the kiss wasn’t deep, stars swam behind her eyes as he rocked his hips forward.

What he wanted was obvious, and she wanted it too. Her hand slid over his chest, and she snaked it behind his back, pulling him closer.

“I want to do more than just talk when we get back to your hotel room.” Her words crackled with intensity, drawing them closer together.

Striker’s lips were at her ear. “So do I.”

She shivered, and he chuckled. His fingers pressed into her skin, and she wanted nothing more than her clothes gone and their flesh sliding together, their bodies entwined.

“We should go,” he whispered.

“Yes. Public nudity is frowned upon here.”

“I bet.”

The drive to his hotel wasn’t that long, and once inside, he shoved off his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. His hands were on her, tugging at her shirt. He moved fast, and she wanted a long look at him, so she placed a hand in the center of his chest and took a step back.

Her gaze flicked over his torso and lower. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body heating as she stared. Their gazes met, and she swallowed over the lust building.

“You’re really a good guy, aren’t you?”

He shook his head. “Right now, I don’t feel good. I want to do really dirty things with you.”

A twinge of fear twisted through her. “How dirty?”

He licked his lips, and a pulse of excitement rolled over her. The heat in his gaze made her muscles clench. This man had the power to take her further than anyone else ever had. Though she hadn’t even known him for twenty-four hours, she wanted to be lost in him. Maybe she was crazy, but she trusted him.

Her heart filled with emotions, and she didn’t doubt she was in deep trouble. Passion swirled inside, her heart filled to the brim. This wasn’t how emotions were supposed to develop, but she couldn’t help the feelings. What the hell was she going to do when he left at the end of the week? No question, her heart would break when he walked out of her life.

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Striker’s lustgrew as Shannon slid her shirt over her head. His fingers itched to touch, but he wanted to take this slow. Maybe he shouldn’t have stripped as soon as he stepped into the room but the need to be pressed up against her had driven him.

When she pushed her pants low and kicked off her shoes, his heart started racing. He tugged his underwear off, then reached for his cock, stroking the length once. Her eyes grew wide when her gazedipped. Pride surged, and he stroked his cock again.

He drank her in, noticing how thin she really was. Worry hit him hard. Was she thin because she was naturally thin, or was her father such an abusive jerk he didn’t let her eat? Did the asshole pester her into looking a certain way? Already the man sounded like a total jerk. Later, after he’d shown her how much he desired her, he would get to the bottom of it all.

He stepped close and slid one finger between her breasts, his body getting even hotter. She was the most delectable woman he’d ever met.

“I want to remember this for a long time,” Striker said.

“Then let’s take it slow.” Shannon’s voice slid over him like warm honey, increasing his desire.

His lungs wouldn’t work. He sucked in shallow breaths only to need more air. She ran her fingers over his abs and his pecs, then over his shoulders. It was like he was back in high school trying sex for the first time. He barely had control of himself.

Shaky hands touched her shoulder, and his throat was drier than sand.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and Shannon leaned in, her tongue tracing a path up one side of his neck to his ear. He let his head drop back as he relished the feel of her hands and tongue on his body. Lust pumped hard. Every touch was like firelicking against his flesh. Every sound from her was music to his ears.

By the time she had kissed from his neck to his pecs, his ears were ringing. When she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him so he was lying on the mattress, his whole body shook with anticipation.

He stretched out, and his eyes stayed on her, drinking in the passion on her face. When she covered his mouth with hers, begging him to open, electricity shot from his lips to his spine. She kissed him like she meant it. When she ended the kiss, her lips dipped lower, teasing his flesh from his pec to his abs. Then she traced a lazy path lower, ramping up his excitement. When her chin bumped into the tip of his dick, he gasped.

She sat up, her cheeks flamed rosy, and the fire of lust filled her eyes. Need surpassed his ability to think and take things slowly. He moved fast, flipping her before he pressed her to the bed.

She opened her legs, and he moved his hand lower. When she arched up, he slid his finger over her mons to cup her pussy. Heat raced up his spine, and his balls pulled tight. This was better than any fantasy he’d ever dreamt up. She was perfect for him.

“Striker, I need you in me.”

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